22 hundredweights of bombs on board
July 17th, we take off
Hidden in the blackness of night
Target: the station near Revigny
That's where the main troop transfer point lies
A roaring shadow flies through the night
Just before the target we dive
3000, 2000, ready to drop
3000, 2000, ready to drop
3000, 2000, ready to drop
3000, 2000, ready to drop
The attack totally successful
They've got us in their sights
Hot tongues of flame in my face
The left engine starts to burn
To smother the fire at the start
I try to cut the fuel
Toward the front, we'll land safely there!
But the stabilizers break
Steering's over now
The speed wants revenge
We plunge into the dark depth
No pleading, no fear
So we don't smash on the field
I try to land on the forest
Fate isn't with us
Straight down onto the field we go
We slam into the ground
A sudden grave for the lieutenant
The impact snapped his neck
He lies there stiff and lifeless
That's how it ended for good Fritz
1917 was his last year